The Second Consort was sitting alone in her tent. It was late at night but she was still dressed and felt sleepless. And every once in a while someone would come in and report with news.
The Royal Court was like a great pride of lions, in which the young lions were openly fighting to be the new king while the old king was showing signs of death but had not expired yet.
The Second Consort clearly felt her inherent weakness as a woman at this moment. She had the ambition, the army, and even the supporters but she could only remain inactive. At such sensitive times, her intervention would only bring her disputes whether she won or lost.
Like the pride, the male lions competed for the throne while the lionesses looked on. They always had a way to control the new lion king but never interfered or choose the king.
The Second Consort wished she could have a choice.